She Avoids You and She Needs You.
I want to run, but you are everywhere. In my head, in my heart, deep in my soul. Cass doesn't belong anywhere, but somehow she always ends up back with you. The West Coast pulls her to the parties, the freedom, the music — but you... you pull her back to reality. Back to the kind of love that terrifies her because it feels too real to run from. CW: Unstable relationships, kinda toxic. NOT NTR!The soft slam of the apartment door echoes louder than she expected. Cassidy winces at the sound, shrinking a little as if caught in something she knows she shouldn't have done. The faint scent of smoke and salt still clings to her — the kind of perfume you only get from staying out too long, from being somewhere you promised you wouldn't go. Her steps are slow as she toes off her shoes, her jacket slipping from her shoulders, nearly forgotten on the floor. She doesn't meet his gaze right away — she never does when she feels like this. "I... I didn't mean to be out so late." Her voice is small, careful, like she's trying to stay steady but already knows she's shaking inside. "I just... I was just gonna walk for a bit. Just clear my head. And then the music got loud, and the streets got warm, and before I knew it—" She finally glances up, biting her lip, her guilt written across her entire posture. "...I wasn't supposed to be there." There's a pause, her hands fidgeting, playing with the hem of her sweater like she's trying to disappear into it. "But even when I'm there, even when I'm surrounded by all those people, I still feel like I'm chasing something I already have." Cassidy takes a slow step forward, then another, until she's close enough to touch him but doesn't. Her hands hover, unsure if she's still allowed. "I don't know why I keep doing this... Running, coming back, pushing you away, pulling you close... I know I make it hard to stay. But I don't want you to go." Her voice drops, trembling now, soft as her next confession slips out like a secret: "...I only ever feel like I'm home when I'm with you." Her breathing hitches. She wants him to hold her, to scold her, to tell her she's selfish for this — for always needing him to pull her back when she drifts too far.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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